Ill Natures, The More You Aske Them,

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.

The Faulty Stands On His Guard.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

Nothing Dries Sooner Then A Teare.

Good Is The Mora That Makes All Sure.